Page 197 of Waiting Game

Cole: *snorts*

Gray: Hanna’s right though.

Hanna: I like to think I am sometimes. But about what in particular?

Gray: We’re all dropping like flies.

Cole: Hardly. I got whacked in the calf, dude.

Gray: I hurt my wrist.

Fryd: Come in threes

Hanna: Well, we’ve had three with Liam’s stomach flu so that’s done then.

Hanna: All of you, I want to make sure you’re getting plenty of rest in between practices and games. Only Noah and Matt are young enough to bounce back

Gray: The rest of us are decrepit

Cole: TBH I feel that lol

Cole: But it’s good to know that I’m ready for the retirement home at 25, Hanna. You know how to make me feel good about myself

Hanna: I care, that’s all

Gracie: I’m looking after your boys, Mom, don’t worry. Matt’s coming to NYC soon

Hanna: He is?!

Kow: @Matt, YOU ARE?

Noah: Dude, not cool. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?

Matt: Because I didn’t know what was going to happen.

Gracie: Your lack of faith in me is appalling.

Matt: Contract renegotiations aren’t always a matter of A, B, C.

Noah: Why do you need to renegotiate?

Gracie: He has to fit under my salary cap. We might be shipping Davies to the minors but I still have numbers to juggle.

Matt: Worth taking the hit to my wallet to play with Liam and Cole, but I don’t know if Boston will go for it.

Gracie: I’m offended you don’t believe in my powers of persuasion.

Gracie: You’ll soon be whining about the cost of living in New York, fret not.

Matt: Yay. *rolls eyes*

Liam: And the traffic

Cole: Fuck, that really is the worst.

Hanna: Cole! Language!

Fryd: Boy!

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